2 But there's a bright, a glorious hope,
That scatters death's dark gloom;

It cheers the saddened spirits up,
It gilds the Christian's tomb;
It brings the resurrection near,
When those we love shall re-appear.

3 Then mourn we not as those whose hopes
With fleeting life depart;

For we have heard a voice from heaven To stricken heart: every "Blest are the dead, forever blest, Who from henceforth in Jesus rest."

4 With kind regard the Lord beholds
His saints when called to die,
And precious in his holy sight

Their sacred dust shall lie
Till all these storms of life are o'er,
And they shall rise to die no more.

5 A few more days, and we shall meet
The loved whose toil is o'er,
And plant with joy our bounding feet
On Canaan's radiant shore,
Where, free from all earth's cares and fears,
years.
We'll part no more through endless
U. Smith.

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[Tune, Beloved, No. 134.] 11s & 8s. 1 IF I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake, And shine, a pure image of thee, Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break The fetters of death, and be free.

2 I know this stained tablet must first be
washed white,

To let thy bright features be drawn ;
I know I must suffer the darkness of night,
To welcome the coming of dawn.

3 0, I shall be satisfied when I can cast
The shadow of nature all by,

When this dreary world from my vision is passed,

To live in an unclouded day.

4 I feel the blest morning begins to draw

GONE TO THE GRAVE. 9s.

1. Friend and companion, dear to each heart; Tears naught a- vail us, now we must part.

Death's hand has plucked thee, pil-lowed thy head, Low-ly and life-less, faded and dead.

1. Sweet be thy rest, And peaceful thy sleeping; God's way is best, Thou art in his keeping. O blessed

sleep Where ills ne'er molest thee! Why should we weep? For heaven hath blessed thee: Sweet be thy rest.

ANVERN. L. M.

1. The time is near when Zi-on's sons, With rapturous joy shall sing the song Fore-told by

seers-anointed ones: We have a city great and strong, We have a cit - y great and strong.

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ANDRE. L. M.

UNKNOWN.

1. We've no a-biding city here; Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this thought our

spir-its cheer, We seek a city yet to come, We seek a

city

yet to come.

212, 301, 347.

2 We've no abiding city here,

We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name, the Lord is there,—
It shines with everlasting light.

30 sweet abode of peace and love,

1979

875, 624, 932.

1 WHEN God descends with men to dwell,
And all creation wakes anew,

What tongue can half the wonders tell?
What eye the dazzling glory view?

Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are 2 Zion, the desolate, again

blest!

Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.

4 But hush, my soul! nor dare repine ;
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
Thomas Kelly.

978

316, 301, 336.
eye

1 THERE is a land mine hath seen

In visions of enraptured thought,

Shall see her lands with roses bloom,
And Carmel's mount and Sharon's plain
Shall yield their spices and perfume;
3 Celestial streams shall gently flow,
The wilderness shall joyful be,
Lilies on parched grounds shall grow,
And gladness spring on every tree;
4 The weak be strong, the fearful bold,
The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing,
The lame shall walk, the blind behold,
And joy through all the earth shall ring;

So bright, that all which spreads between 5 The high and low shall meet in love,

Is with its radiant glories fraught,—

2 A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise
To dissipate the gloom of night;
4 There sweeps no desolating wind

Across that calm, serene abode;
The wanderer there a home may find
Within the paradise of God.

Gurdon Robins.

All pride shall die, and meekness reign,When Christ descends from worlds above To dwell with men on earth again.